In the distance the smouldering storm rumbled and flashed.
"All religious folks believe that," continued the speaker, a little scornfully, "and the Advents think it'll be now; but old Cameron we've had in Chellaston for a year, he tells them it'll be to-night." Alec Trenholme had by this time received his brother's letters.

"A year!" interrupted he almost fiercely.

"Didn't he come in January ?" The narrator drew in the horns of his exaggeration.

"D'ye know all about him, for there's no use telling if you do ?" "I only thought you might be talking about an old man heard went there then." "He a'most died, or did really, somewhere below Quebec; and then he got up and preached and prayed, and his folks wouldn't keep him, so he wandered everywhere, and a kind young man we have at our place took him in and keeps him.

When he was in the other world he heard the Judgment would happen to-night.